Core to human language,
Other languages can be understood
Now, because of the deep strains of reality
Telling us what our world means.
Everything, underneath our language like an
X-Ray, is that beautiful world which our words
Teach us, and is how we know what they mean.

The world has hurt me deeply,
And wounded me...
Taking away the idyllic family,
Stealing from me my innocence,
Teaching me things which were evil,
Coercing me to do things which my conscience later regretted.
Almost none of the evil in me, was genesised from my decision
But rather was the corruption of peers, science
The media and school, teaching me things it oughtn't have.
And thus, I made mistakes I shouldn't have,
And being awarded grace, it is my only hope
For I've damaged my life severely
Through the world's teachings.
Thus, I always looked at the world
And its lies, and said, "It is wrong,"
Every aberrant voice I heard
Which wasn't my shepherd's.
So I rebelled by finding Christ.

Speak to sin---yes my 
Brothers speak to it---but do 
Not be a surgeon.

Then there came the Prince of a New Peace,
The gods they raged through their desire,
They wished to make their Brave New World
And to consume it with unholy fire.

"Men ought to be paid for existing
"Thus we will damage all he has done;
"We will make him a pauper and savior
"Of the world, for we wish only to have fun.

"All deep topics are annoying
"All deep arts are the same;
"Piss and a crucifix in a jar
"Is the only art that isn't lame."

Thus the gods went about their business
Named Athena, Abaddon and Thor,
They grossly laid out their planes
And they scaled a world, no more

Concerned for the worker or his rights
For a writer cannot be paid his dues.
The dog returns to its vomit
Thus they determined Brandon shall lose.

Yet, his work was truly important
And no it was not insane.
It was what would beat the gods
And the world they make, which is lame.

A small income from this art form
A couple hundred a month
Is all he'd need, that
And also a woman to love.

But instead the world went broke
And decided its lusts were grave
They shamed him into deliverance:
For the worlds gods they were made.

The marketplace was demanding
And it wanted no salary earned
Thus Muslim and Chinese terrorists
Flung into a rage, and so spurned.

They hated the truth, they loved a lie
They wanted their squalor back
Thus they took their knives and daggers
And they held it behind Brandon's back.

And at the end, the world was broken
And at the end no one was paid.
At the end they burned the world
And at the end, it was those end days.

All because they wouldn't listen
All because a writer couldn't make a buck
Not even five hundred dollars
A piddling salary earned in a month.

Your dirty religion is to dirty 
The world, with your rugs, yes, in real time.

You are in hell, you violent, gay bastards
Who in your Keffiyeh, break in real time.

You ally with gays, and mobs and violence
And wish to purge the world, in real time.

You travel in rambling mobs with hatred 
You do not even know why, in real time.

You're disgusting and liars, and of gall
And your poisoned, green hatred, in real time.

Think about what the world did to me
You stupid fools; what you do in real time.

You are an evil brood, of philistines
And shall perish like Sodom, in real time.

This isn't about Islam or even
Hinduism, but bad faith, in real time

Blood drips from your jowls and your stupid fangs
The bile runs from your lungs in real time.

Flesh

First, there was the Big Bang
But before that all the cosmos was without form, and was void.
It was utter darkness. God moved among the cosmos.
Then He made Light.
Light was day, and dark was night.

Then, the earth congealed into a ball of magma
And it was liquid rock.
And an atmosphere surrounded it.
Below the firmament were the waters of magma
And above the waters of space.

Then the comets came, and gathered waters
And they fell upon the Earth,
And made the cooled earth an ocean;
And the dry land appeared from the magma.
From the vents of the magma, there began to be life
The first vestiges of green. And they multiplied by war
And violence, and strife.
But it was good.

Then the moon and stars began to form
And so did the sun, for they were dust.
For life began, before the stars,
Billions of miles away,
Were formed, and the sun too,
And the moon, and the constellations.
The life did burgeon forth from the beginning.
And the stars and sun and moon were for the signs of the seasons.

Then the fish, and the birds appeared—
The seabeasts, the seamonsters, and the land monsters—
They strove with one another, in violence,
And killed, and evolved.
And the flesh world was created, through strife.
But, it was good.

Then came the cattle, the little lizards and mice,
The insects grew tiny, and the land animals went to the sea
And the sea animals went to the land.
Some of them, and they made after their kinds.
And they fought, and strove, and evolved.
But it was good.

And then God, from the ape,
Brought forth mankind.
Not Adam and Eve, but men—
And if one wishes, they can be tied to the earthly strife and earthly passions
And its wars and strife.
It is good, but shall not always be.
And man ruled over everything,
The kine, the bugs, the plants, the sealife, the birds and the earth.

Spirit:

The plants are made first, and they are beautiful, the fruit trees of life.
There was mist upon the ground, and no rain,
And the LORD formed man from the dust.
And He breathed into Adam’s nostrils,
And gave him life.
Then, Adam wandered, and ate, and was merry in the heavenly Eden
And then there was the Beasts made, who gave Adam company.
For they shall be in heaven, also.
And then there was fashioned from Adam’s rib, Eve.
The two lived in worldly paradise,
And ate, and drank, and slept with one another for many days.
And their breath was from God, and given to them by God.
For this paradise had no strife, but was born from love and tender mercies
And man had lineage to their Creator.
And thus, being breathed into by God
On the first day of Creation, Adam and Eve were given everything!
But, they ate from the Tree of Knowledge, so therefore knew sin.
And were cast into this world, this fleshly world, born by strife;
The world created in six days, when God rested from its sorrows on the Seventh for us to be given example.
This world with sorrows, and strife, and famine, and pestilence, and disease,
And murder, and sorrows many.
And Adam and Eve had to clothe themselves, for they knew sin.
Thus, their lineage was directly to God, and they knew Him,
They and their ilk who passed down the stories over generations.
And upon the Ark their stories were passed down,
So men can flee this world of strife, this world separated from God,
And they can be breathed into by Him,
And live in a garden paradise like these two once did,
Only for eternity, and with no threat of sorrow or sin ever again.

Sine and Cosine, you little angels,
Legs of a right triangle,
With hypotenuse of a radius of one.
You determine so many things.
You shape the formula to get the real answer.
It is not a thing we invented,
But an inherent law in the universe.
To say, "We use it, because it's useful,"
Is teleological, for the cause springs forth its use
That the cause is its self subsistent nature
In the bedrock of all reality.

Calculus, you little angel,
A very difficult curve,
Just like a circle's circumference,
Determines the area of what's underneath you.
And in that area, we can derive
Anything that is the quadratic relation
Of two variables.
And it always works.
And through your infinite series,
And the rates of change,
And the slopes of  the curve
We find a real area,
That determines a real thing.

Quadratic Equations, you little angel
By observing the square,
And fundamentally understanding it,
We can reduce the area of any two dimensional
Object into one dimension,
And thereby, understand the linear functions
Of any area. And that area represents any exponent
To the second degree. And it is,
And this comprehension leads to other laws
And other truths about the universe,
And the logic subsists that it can derive
The substance of anything it relates too--
Including the arcs of a ball falling by gravity.

Infinite primes, you little angel,
We do not "know" there are infinite primes
The same way we do not "Know" there is a God---
Yet we infer in the logical next step,
Just like Calculus solves, that it must be.
For, we only know the infinite sums add up
Because we measure it in its limited dimension,
And see it solves for the rest---
We can know, just like we know there are infinite primes
Due to the nature of infinity,
That God exists through the coherence of the universe.
For we understand it is real, and it all works interrelated,
That a mind had to develop the reality
For us to truly understand and describe it.

I see a design, so know it only can be if God made it so.

How might God persuade you,
That you are bound for hell?
I believe, He will give you the full peace
You might have enjoyed,
Should you have come into honor.
The full love, the full blessing,
And then He shall show you
Starting with your ancestors
Their sins, and crimes, which were passed
Down, and the King's sins, too,
Over the land, who wish to corrupt their people,
And then finally, your decisions.
He shall show you every moment
Where you had recourse to better your life
And change, and make way,
And He shall show you all the people
You would have met, and all the people you did
And their crimes, and what God
Would protect you from, should you believe.
And at the end, He shall say,
"If the world chose me, you could have entered this peace.
"And being that perhaps you would have mourned 
"In this life, for a little while, by making the choice
"To follow me, I would have given you this peace
"You feel right now as an eternal inheritance.
"Which you rejected, because your knowledge
"Puffed you up, and so did your sin."
Therefore, you will understand
Why you deserve to go,
And shall enter into torment 
Without protest, but rather a dejected sigh.